Sean Harris - Annie_s Dirty Diary

She sank back down, exhausted, on the dining room table. She was numb with pleasure but she felt his pulling the celery out of her twitchy twat even though his big, softening cock stayed in her ass.

She looked up and Bob smiled at her. And then he ate the fragrant celery that he had so thoughtfully baked in her oven.

Annie had sat down on the cold bicycle seat and then remembered she didn’t have any panties. The leather slipped like ice under her naked crotch chilled by the wet night air.

Hurriedly, she got off, shaken by the strange feeling, though it wasn’t unpleasant.

Quietly she ran back to the house. She was going to slip in and run upstairs and get a new pair of panties when she got the door open and stopped where she was on the porch…

Inside the dining room, her mother was sprawled practically naked across the dinner table. Her legs were spread and her daddy had just pulled his cock out of her mouth with an audible popping sound. And then her daddy had walked around her mommy and stuck his big old thing between her legs. Annie had gasped. Her mommy had such a small slit and her daddy’s thing was so big it seemed impossible. But he did it anyway.

Annie watched with disbelief when his cock shoved all the way up his mother’s furry little kitty, stopping with only his big, round balls outside of her.

In and out, in and out. Annie was entranced by the way her daddy’s long, wrinkly stick went in. and out of her mommy’s twat, glistening with juices that hadn’t been on it when he started. And mommy moaned and twisted as he did it.

Annie thought her mommy enjoyed it too much, the way she was acting. She yelled, too, and humped her ass back.

And then suddenly Daddy pulled his pecker out of her mother’s cunt and jammed a long, green piece of celery in her hole and her mother didn’t seem to mind a bit. Even though Millie thought that would have felt awful funny. And then her daddy was jamming his flesh stick in her mommy’s rear and her mommy really complained-at first.

Annie was so hot watching that, without realizing it, her hand had crept down to the hem of her dress and she fingered her own twat.

Watching her mommy being punished in the butt was really exciting to Annie. Her little fingers stuck in her slot and she remembered Hal’s finger and tongue there. And looking at Daddy screwing Mommy’s asshole, Annie wondered if it felt anything like Daddy putting his tongue in her real. She hoped she’d never have anything like that in her butt. She knew her mommy must have been awful bad to be punished like that.

And then her little fingers closed on her little button and Annie was filled with a raging torrent of feeling. Her water was dripping all over her hand all hot and sticky and she was getting all smelly and it didn’t matter.

In and out, in and out. Her hand pumped in a nervous frenzy as she watched her daddy fuck her mommy’s butt, even if she didn’t know the words to describe the event. And when her mommy cried out, it electrified Annie’s little hole and she froze, her fingers buried there while she felt herself throbbing and suddenly it was like a landslide inside her. She twisted and turned and her insides seemed to be pouring out onto her clever little fingers and Annie leaned against the house. Her knees were so weak she thought that she’d fell if she didn’t sit down.

When her heart stopped thumping, she squeezed the door closed and sneaked off the porch back to her bicycle and she wondered if Hal could show her anything else.

‘It took longer than I thought to get away from home, dear diary. Mommy and Daddy were doing the most terrible thing you could think of Daddy had his big, round stick stuck up Mommy‘s butt. It must have hurt like anything. And he kept shoving it in and out and she yelled a lot.

It was kind of exciting and I got my hand all wet and smelly.

I don‘t know if I should unite this down because somebody might come along and see it. You can never tell who goes around reading a person‘s very own personal diary.

Anyway, I really liked riding over to Hal’s. You know the way my bicycle seat comes to a point at the end. Well, I discovered that if! stood forward and didn’t wear any panties it just fit my little slit and all the way to Hal’s I pretended it was Daddy‘s nasty thing.

Boy, the seat was all slimy when I finally got there…’

Annie slid her body forward on the bicycle seat and sort of balanced herself on the sharp tip. Every time she went down on one side pedaling the seat tip caught her slot and made her feel real zingy. Then she did the other side and her little cunny was really juicy.

Hal’s house looked different in the dark. The light poured out in bright yellow bars and the sea sounded ominous as it pounded at the seawall a few hundred feet away.

Annie parked her bike and crept up on the house. For some reason that was unclear in the girl’s mind, she felt furtive going to see Hal. It may have been because what she was doing was sexy and nasty. She wasn’t sure. The little girl wasn’t even sure what sexy was.

The voices drifted out into the night from an open window. Mostly it was a loud, unhappy female voice. Annie was uncertain whether to go to the door or leave-so she compromised by standing ~next to the open window and staring in, listening as she did.

“Damn,” the woman’s exasperated, shrill voice rose and fell with each syllable, “I’m away all day working and you… you bastard… you’re playing around with some floozy. I can smell it all through the house. Smell it!”

“Now… Flo… take it easy. Okay?”

It was Hal’s voice. Annie recognized it at once. She wondered if they were talking about her. Maybe the woman, Flo, guessed Hal had put his big old finger up Annie’s pussy and made her feel good. And she didn’t like it for some reason. Annie supposed she was jealous. The girl shivered with a sort of strange delight that made her crotch all tingly. It would really be something to make a grown woman jealous! “Take it easy, take it easy takeiteasy! That’s all you know how to say.” Flo‘s voice was glass brittle. I’m not good enough to fuck anymore. Right? My cunt’s all worn out from you sticking your dirty cock in it every night? Now you want the new model… a trade in… just like your last wife. Well… well…“

Her voice faded away.

“It’s not like that, Flo.” Hal put his arm around the weeping woman and Annie was surprised and slightly shocked to see his hand caressing her breast. Flo turned and buried her face against Hal’s shoulder. Her back was shaking, like she was crying.

Hal’s hand had stroked down the pretty blonde woman’s back until it rode over the swell of her butt. Flo had broad hips and a nice, softly rounded rear and Hal’s hand cupped her spongy asscheeks and squeezed.

Annie wished he was doing that to her butt. She felt a weird excitement back there. She knew it would be super to have his big fingers squeezing her ass and then… Annie sighed.

Hal’s fingers had burrowed between Flo’s thighs. The blonde woman stiffened and then sighed too. Hal’s fingers were moving and twisting and Annie knew what was happening. It made her knees weak just thinking about it. Hal was sticking his linger in Flo’s greasy crack right through her dress.

The cool night air stroked up under Annie’s short dress and stroked her trembling, sweaty thighs. The twelve-year-old spread her legs and luxuriated in the new sensation. Her cunt was being caressed too. What she needed to mike it complete was that big, nasty linger of Hal’s twisting up her little slot.

And then Annie’s attention was caught by what was happening in Hal’s house. Flo was whimpering as Hal pulled her dress up around her waist and revealed her crotch, all bulgy and pouty looking under the blonde woman’s sheer undies.